Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.